Today (Sunday April 29, 2018) is the FULL MOON. A powerful day. For lunatics, witches and astrologers... and also for normal folks... this Moon in particular invites us to magic, to darkness, and to transformation.
Whatever Scorpio darkness we have had to face these past 2 weeks, whatever new level of power we have reached, whatever limits we have surpassed... see this clearly and with peace today.
Rather than choosing fear/panic/discord, choose clarity/authenticity/connection.
Because only one of those choices is going to feel good. And doesn't Taurus LOVE to feel good???
Everything we build on this earthly plane will die, every dollar we make will go back to the pot it came from, every luxury car will break, every body will age, every beauty will fade. When all the tangibles die, what is left?? When all the man-made structures fall, what remains?
Capricorn wisdom, perhaps, comes from the choice to succumb to a greater power, or authority, that animates us. And then to LIVE UP to that higher form by BEING the responsible leader who lives with integrity.
At today's New Moon please remember that Cancer is a gelatinous and watery archetype. Not fully formed, it prefers to dart in and out of salty wetness... protecting itself through subversive clacks and sideways scuttles.
The best way to connect with our Cancer energy is to be alone, in a place safe for you, so that you can FEEL yourself internally. Cancer is an inside job... and stillness ensures her emergence. So spend time alone this evening, reflecting on your personal sense of INNER EMOTIONAL ME.
Facing self… fighting for self… RECLAIMING self. The TRUE self. No aberation, no mask, no projection.
JUST ME.
The pain, the beauty.
Chiron on our eclipse today is an invocation of TRUE SELF that cuts deep.
RE-IGNITE
the FIGHT
Coming into a body is inherently sacrificial, as our soul experiences itself as 'less than' it was, reduced from 'perfect origin' state to one limited and 'bound'. And Virgo owns this process of 'weaving Spirit into Form'.
Like a cosmic tailor in the fitting room of life, Virgo does her best to fit God into the finely woven casing of a meat suit. I can just hear her, kvetching.
"Oy! It’s tight in there!!! Oy! It's so HOT! Oy! It's smelly!!!"
(Though I have a theory that Virgos themselves do not smell. I've yet to proven wrong.)
